Sometimes I lost myself,
the emptiness starts to show,
the wind feels like a blade against my face,
I can see nothing, but sadness.
I'm a runner,
from everything that hurts,
I stumble down every time,
There's no winning in this marathon.
People say whatever they want,
I pinch myself whenever I hear,
little did they know about me,
questions after questions are asked about me.
What a selfish person I am,
always wanted to put myself first,
thought people could understand me,
when I'm in my own battlefield.
I have no more excuse,
nothing worked out,
I'm in the shallow of lights,
trying to reach out.
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